British Georgics. January (James Grahame Poems)
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
Intense the viewless flood of heat descendsOn hill, and dale, and wood, and tangled brake,Where, to the chirping grasshopper, the ...
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
Sweet month! thy locks with bursting buds begemmed,With opening hyacinths and hawthorn flowers,Fair still thou art, though showers bedim thine ...
Dear to my soul! ah, early lost!Affection's arm was weak to save:Now friendship's pride, and virtue's boast,Have come to an ...
Twice has the sun commenced his annual round,Since first thy footsteps totter'd o'er the ground,Since first thy tongue was tuned ...
Yon motley, sable-suited throng, that waitAround the poor man's door, announce a taleOf wo; the husband, parent, is no more.Contending ...
As is the rock, his seat, gazing whole daysWith wandering eye on all the watery waste.Now striving to believe the ...
These eyes, that were half-closed in death,Now dare the noontide blaze;My voice, that scarce could speak my wants,Now hymns Jehovah's ...
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